Someone's got a natural talent. It ain't Mal.
The door slams open and Mal stalks into the Inn, looking extremely unhappy. He also looks... dirty. And not in the way he usually does after just coming off a job or something, because that's usually of the blood and actual dirt variety.
No, instead, he appears to be smeared with engine grease. And as he steps inside, he glances around the room peremptorily, hoping to see a certain mechanic, and then with a disgusted look stalks to the bar to get both food that's not made of pure protein (and doesn't come from a can) and alcohol.
Approach him if you dare.
No, instead, he appears to be smeared with engine grease. And as he steps inside, he glances around the room peremptorily, hoping to see a certain mechanic, and then with a disgusted look stalks to the bar to get both food that's not made of pure protein (and doesn't come from a can) and alcohol.
Approach him if you dare.